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Two
o
’
clock
,
sang
a
voice
.
Delicately
sensing
decay
at
last
,
the
regiments
of
mice
hummed
out
as
softly
as
blown
gray
leaves
in
an
electrical
wind
.
Two
-
fifteen
.
The
dog
was
gone
.
In
the
cellar
,
the
incinerator
glowed
suddenly
and
a
whirl
of
sparks
leaped
up
the
chimney
.
Two
thirty
-
five
.
Bridge
tables
sprouted
from
patio
walls
.
Playing
cards
fluttered
onto
pads
in
a
shower
of
pips
.
Martinis
manifested
on
an
oaken
bench
with
egg
-
salad
sandwiches
.
Music
played
.
But
the
tables
were
silent
and
the
cards
untouched
.
At
four
o
’
clock
the
tables
folded
like
great
butterflies
back
through
the
paneled
walls
.
Four
-
thirty
.
